Chapter 222: Stealing a Man (Having an Affair)
Before Sun Jiaojiao could even register what was happening, a greasy mouth was kissing her. By the faint, cool moonlight, Sun Jiaojiao finally saw who it was-dressed in purple robes, who else could it be but the Eighth Prince?
Sun Jiaojiao used her old trick again. She bit down hard on the Eighth Prince's tongue, drawing blood. Only then did she escape his clutches and immediately shout "Help!" at the top of her lungs.
This hall was so remote. She wondered if anyone would come to save her...
Sun Jiaojiao's heart was pounding. She somewhat regretted wandering out alone.
For some reason, she suddenly wished that the Jade-Faced Swordsman would come to her rescue-he saved her every time, didn't he?
"Bitch! Stop wasting your energy. You'd better save your voice for moaning in bed!" The Eighth Prince slapped Sun Jiaojiao, sending her to the ground. One side of her face immediately swelled up. Sun Jiaojiao whimpered, her cries for help growing weaker and weaker.
Seeing her submit, the Eighth Prince's mood improved greatly. He glared at Sun Jiaojiao and went straight to pulling off her pants.
Perhaps he hadn't brought the Jade-Faced Swordsman with him tonight...
Sun Jiaojiao grew more and more desperate. Just as she closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate, she suddenly heard the sound of someone approaching. It seemed someone had noticed the commotion over here and was coming over.
Sun Jiaojiao hurriedly struggled and let out a sharp scream.
But before the scream was even halfway out, the Eighth Prince viciously slapped her again, almost knocking her head crooked.
A shadow burst in.
Sun Jiaojiao lowered her head in shame. From the giant shadow on the ground, she could guess that the person who had come was definitely tall. Then, hearing the person speak with an un-fluent Central Plains accent, she immediately guessed who it was. Her heart leaped with joy.
It was the Western Turkic King, A'xi'er!
"That... I heard someone calling for help here..." When A'xi'er saw it was the Eighth Prince, he knew it was awkward, but being the chivalrous man he was, he absolutely could not see someone in mortal danger and not save them. He stretched out his hand to Sun Jiaojiao. "Was it you calling for help? Are you alright? Can you stand up?"
The Eighth Prince arrogantly rolled his eyes at this foreign man, saying, "A'xi'er, you've come from afar, you are a guest. This Prince disciplining his own person is a family matter. It's not for a guest like you to interfere, is it? And what do you mean by this? Are the women of my Great Tang's palace someone you can touch? Don't you know that men and women should not touch hands?"
A'xi'er didn't pay him any mind. He grabbed Sun Jiaojiao's hand and pulled her into his embrace.
"I don't understand 'men and women should not touch hands,' but I do know that a real man should not bully a woman." A'xi'er patted Sun Jiaojiao's back and shot the Eighth Prince a huge eye-roll. "Are the men of your Great Tang all just the type to bully women because they have strong fists?"
"You?!"
"Hehe..."
The Eighth Prince was burning with rage. He really wanted to beat this A'xi'er, but looking at his towering height-almost two heads taller-and his formidable muscles, he started to have second thoughts.
And that A'xi'er even had a 'come and fight if you're not happy' kind of unrestrained look.
In the end, the Eighth Prince lowered his fists. If only he hadn't sent that Jade-Faced Swordsman away tonight. If the Jade-Faced Swordsman were here, he could definitely teach this stinking Turkic man a good lesson.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.
He would find a chance to sleep with Sun Jiaojiao eventually!
The Eighth Prince shot A'xi'er a vicious "just you wait" and then left in a huff.
Sun Jiaojiao trembled in A'xi'er's arms. The faint, powdery fragrance of a woman wafted into A'xi'er's nose, making it itch constantly.
"Achoo!" A'xi'er let out a big sneeze.
Mmm... these Central Plains women truly were delicate, soft, fragrant, and sweet. Completely different from Turkic women.
Sun Jiaojiao hurriedly looked up and asked, "Your Majesty, are you alright?"
But then she remembered that her pretty face had been swollen by the Eighth Prince's slaps. It was probably hideous and terrifying right now. She quickly lowered her head again, raising her sleeve to cover her swollen face.
"I'm fine." Only then did A'xi'er see Sun Jiaojiao's face, but the side hall was unlit, and he couldn't see clearly by the moonlight. "Have I... seen you somewhere before?"
Why did he find Sun Jiaojiao so familiar?
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